a curtain is half-opento have a view of the sailboat
alone in the sea
a reflection of that feeling
within your
empty sea
your breasts like ports
without boats coming
to anchor
away from the storm
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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